Trapped In The Closet

Hello honey bees. I hope all is well with you. It’s not even Wednesday yet and I’m ready for Friday. The last few weeks have been super busy, and I can’t think of one thing I did for myself. Anyway, that’s another topic for another day. I wanted to speak on something that many women don’t. You know you always get the tea with me sis so have a seat and grab some honey.

My morning started off very interesting. Just as I’m getting ready for work, I hear my Kim Possible (90s Kid) text notification blast from my cell. I keep my circle very small, so my first thought was “who’s texting me this early?” I grab my phone and realize it’s a good friend of mines. Upon opening her messages, my screen is flooded with multiple screen shots of a Facebook conversation she had with another individual. I instantly grab me some trail mix (who eats that for breakfast???) and sit on the couch. After reading the first line I knew this was going to be good!

Yall, when I tell you my mouth dropped, it dropped honey. Gums got dry and all. The individual asked her about a guy she use to date years ago and accused this guy of being gay. Mind you, I have no problem at all with anyone who choose to play for the other team. My best friend is gay and she’s basically another sister to me. I love all people point…blank…period. My issue with this situation however was that if this was indeed true, this guy was living a lie and caused her to waste so much of her time.  The individual who contacted my friend presented a lot of inside information which made us both pause because the accusation could indeed be true.
I myself had a situation where I met a guy and questioned his sexuality. One night in particular we were on the phone being adults and something came out of his mouth that made me actually look at the phone like WTF did he just say!? I hung up instantly and confronted him the next day. He of course denied what I know damn well I heard. From there, I started replaying crap in my head like I always do, and crap just wasn’t adding up so I cut him off real quick. He looked like a “manly man” too. He was a truck driver about 6’4, big beard, kinda heavy like I like em and fine. I could care less though because once that came out of his mouth I was over his fine ass real quick!
 Whenever I meet new people, I always tell them “You don’t know me from a can of paint so be real with me because I’m going to find out what I want to know in due time anyway. Don’t lie to me nor deny me the right to make my own decisions.” In both situations mentioned earlier, if these men were in fact bisexual, by them withholding information from the beginning they denied us both the right to make our own decision. I can’t stand to get me caught up in mess because someone can't be honest. That’s how women end up on Snapped and funeral arrangements are made. It’s never ok to play with another person’s feelings like that. You should always be yourself and own your truth. HoneyBee’s be careful out here. People aren’t who they portray themselves to be.